Good thing you don’t pay taxes though, living in Monaco!
Should I be concerned with how much you know about me?
Aurelie
I could ask you the same thing. Don’t think your little secret about watching me in F2 didn’t get back to me.
Fuck. I groaned, because yeah… I’d been paying attention to her for a long time.
… Touché.
The silence stretched just long enough for me to second-guess everything. Long enough that I got up to grab a small bottle of whiskey from the mini fridge. When the reply came through, it was softer, less playful.
Aurelie
Thank you, Callum. For everything. It was nice to talk.
Anytime. Someone’s gotta keep you on your toes.
Aurelie
Careful. People might think you’re going soft.
I huffed a breath and shook my head. I couldn't resist my next response.
Pretty sure one part of me never got the memo.
The whiskey burned down my throat as I waited. A full minute passed. Then two. Goddammit, this was definitely too far, too soon.
After another minute, she replied.
Aurelie
Then I must be doing something right.
I don't think you can do anything wrong.
Aurelie
That was very romantic, Fraser.
Only for you.
Aurelie
Bonne nuit, Fraser.
Aurelie
Sweet dreams, lover boy.
I chuckled, tossing my phone onto the bed. She was infuriatingly good at getting under my skin.Something warm bloomed in my chest—foreign and unshakable.
I didn't know what the fuck this was, just that I didn't want it to stop. Not the flirting, not the late-night messages, nother.
I couldn't get enough.
The gentle chimeof my phone alarm stirred me from a restless sleep. I blinked at the soft light filtering through the heavy hotel curtains, the previous day hitting me all at once.
